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Waiting for the train — Poem a Day — 29 November 2020 Rev.

Image (altered) by Jeffrey Robb from Pixabay

The poem that I wrote, this morning between 2:30 and close to 4:00 o’clock, is still in its first draft.

The dogs woke me up just after two o’clock,
Climbing out of bed to sleep on the floor
I can hear the wind gusts rattle windows
And on the other side of town
The Empire Builder’s whistle blow

I remember when I lived down near the tracks,
Fifty years or more ago, sitting on a bench
With  Charles D–, waiting for his train…

A bit of the flavor, anyhow. Remembering the late 1960s and solitary men waiting for the night train in the upper Midwest, headed for Seattle. Lot of work yet to do on it. The first draft goes on for two or maybe three or four more stanzas. Putting it aside to revise/rewrite during the winter. Maybe get a night photo of the actual train depot, if it’s still there. I haven’t gotten to that area on foot for a couple decades.

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Morning’s Glory — Poem a Day — November 2020, Day 9

at morning the crows
flock together in the trees
they sing to the sun
in praise of golden light and
the glory of creation

Copyright © 2020-12-01, by Liz Bennefeld.

When I first woke up, this morning, to let the dogs into the back yard, I heard the gathering of crows in tall trees around the neighborhood. I love their song at the beginning of the day, and again at evening.

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

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A Pause in the Journey — Poem a Day — November, Day 8

tree leaf at autumn, blown upright by the winds, anticipating a final landing
A Pause in the Journey

on edge for a moment between wind gusts
the leaf’s anticipation
the joy of final rest

Copyright © 2020-12-01, by Liz Bennefeld.

Prompt: Write a kimo, an Israeli poetic form that tends to capture a moment (like a photograph in words), using three unrhymed lines with syllable count 10, 7, 6.

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Waiting for the train — Poem a Day — 29 November 2020

Image (altered) by Jeffrey Robb from Pixabay

The poem that I wrote, this morning between 2:30 and close to 4:00 o’clock, is still in its first draft. UNDER REVISION.

Putting this one aside to revise/rewrite during the winter. Maybe get a night photo of the actual train depot, if it’s still there. I haven’t gotten to that area on foot for a couple decades.

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The Coming of Winter — Poem a Day – 1 November 2020

Fairy Winter

night’s moonbeams reveal
visions hidden by daylight
vanished with dawn’s mist
wee fairies in their snow boots
gathered round a glowing coal

some swing from dead stems
into snowdrifts thrice their height
some gathered flower petals
layered thick for cushions
their fragrance fills the air

on the shortest day
the longest night of winter
cling close for the warmth
after all the winter storms
it will once again be spring

Copyright 2020-11-01, by Liz Bennefeld.

Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay